Monoluna

Warmed by your glow, the ether loses might,
The moon waives the sky's paint to les étoiles,
As if it knows it can't outmatch your light,
Shies out behind the overcast clouds' thrall.

When Luna debouches out of its place,
Intends to bow before your beauty's gleam,
Although earthbound, to your celestial grace,
Where are you, dear, to be hailed as the queen?

You both, symphony of light and disguise,
Inspiring poets with no ink to write,
A silent witness of the whispered sighs,
My muse, my goddess, shining ever bright.

My lonely chase for lunar peace is done,
For in your face, my moon and love are one.

4/15/2025